Skinner grunted, then put down on Mulder's desk
the thin object he was holding. It was a jewel box with an
unlabeled CD in it. The gold disc gleamed in the office light,
and Mulder picked it up. "What's this, sir?"

"I burned that for you yesterday," Skinner said,
slipping both hands into his trouser pockets and trying to sound
casual, but his voice was low and his dark eyes glittered.
"It's the recording we made on Saturday morning...your
telephone call. I destroyed the reel tape, and that's what's
left. I thought you might...like to add it to your
collection."